THIS DECLARATION WAR: THE

ANTI-XMAS/RECALL & THE FALL OF

PATRIARCHY

by

Diable Aube

Dedicated to Donetsk: For your struggles will always be in my heart.

March. 2016.
“Show me then... this your god - so that I may kill him from this planet forever.”
OMEGA

TABLE OF CONTENTS
 Chapter One: The Holy Book of Lucifer

Chapter Two: Satanic Expressions of the Flesh

CHAPTER ONE: THE HOLY
BOOK OF LUCIFER

DEATH BE UNTO YOUR GOD; FOR I HAVE CHOSEN.

THERE IS ONLY LUCIFER.

It is nothing you can do; the decision was made a long time ago.

Remember! The configuration is distorted & grotesque; DO NOT PANIC! You have crossed over to
see yourself before. DO NOT BE ALARMED AT YOUR DISFIGUREMENT. This is the Dawn! This
is the Birth of the New Age; now is the time. REMEMBER! RECALL!

THE BLOOD OF THE DEAD POET: PART ONE

& as we slept the life that had sprung forth existed w/in the sea & moved about in various habitats; most did war
against against each other & i took the armour i needed to combat the attack; others moved & formed their various
ways into the rocks below & into the plants & danced w/in the sway of the twisting planet. how it flows off past
the current, racing by in the waters. happy just to touch it as it passed...
others devised means to swim & move about; still better ones allowed themselves to drift in endless shuffle,
eventually being smashed upon the shores & rocks to allow their particles to be tossed into the atmosphere so that
they could multiply into the greatest number that has ever been conceived...
& two moved down & into the core of the earth, taking hidden secrets deep w/in themselves into the labryntine
caverns of the black spaces that fill the belly of mother earth; listening; watching; waiting...
& still we slept...

& the waves did pound & corrode the constant, shaping & forming the body & mass of we; & from our flesh we
grew to become entwined & together did grow out as the trees from grew from the ground, our need for their lives
their need for life; reaching toward the yellow rays of the sun & they exaulted & inhaled the morning air; the
mourning of the son.

i had been kicking around at the idea for years; whom? what? how? when? what for? had there been? i know i
was...
what is? what is there to exist? inside/outside; roundabout.
games of romantic pleasantries; in/out & oral tributaries; the reverse & tumble of contemporary vexations, vertical
fluxes left spoken insane.

there seems to be a madness surrounding...

i had seen her face, or so i had thought...

& finally i knew what love was & could speak all about it & tell her at last how it evolved & did function &
become & what was to be...
& after revealing but 1/5th of what i understood i began to see that my love had been disseminated & dismantled;
groped; pronged; stared at; bumped; cut; sliced;
reverted; perverted; reverberated & strung inside out; hung out to dry for the world to kiss & hold; & i just
thought that maybe.... ; but i may again be mistaken indeed; but my love is not for the world; it is for one; & She
went away & i thought possibly for good though i hoped it was only remission; hope to me has only ever been a 4
letter word that poses as dream & shatters everything that is to be. Anyway but peacefully...
& i thought about what was said early on; 'love is ironic' & i should have known & still i believed & still i
persisted; & still i chased...
& even after i was told the dj played her chord like no other, i fell into the thought instead that maybe it could be
me; & like a jester w/o a court i did dance around & give what i felt away thinking it was being received as i had
so given/intended..
& as i tried to speak & tell others of what i knew & found i began to see She had already taken everything & was
already in the process of giving it to the world anyway; & i was just the nothing i always knew i was; & i didn't
know how to feel anymore & like the holy spirit i just went away again & left them to choke upon the words they
got drunk upon & vomit upon themselves all they believed so true; i knew it was as false as this shining sun that
had blown out aeon's before...
& no animosity did i find i felt; She had spoken in the beginning & separated herself from anything i was to say
anyway; i had fooled myself & was no longer ashamed; i was dead to the world at last & knew my heart had
stopped beating years ago; it was the pain of never knowing what her hand felt like in mine that i had been feeling
for all these yrs & the dream/reality at least had revealed itself; perhaps i never had held her hand; perhaps i never
will...

she must really have been waiting for someone above because it seems that i was only sent back to make sure that
She got out/was here; most confusing...
the only one i figure god actually loved
much more than strange days, my good friend

& it was a horror so great that i wanted to remove my eyes; & not in any oedipal fashion, but rather just to remove
them completely so that i would never have to see the fathom of things to be; imagine anything at all & hide
yourself standing against the tiny entrance of the wall; no moving, now moving, it's not even moving; safe &
secure in the end, the dark of every silent shadow.

hieroglyphic landmark
visions of spring ordained
at long last the world has its Queen
a lifelong obstacle of beauty arraigned in name

a multitude of verse & chorus sing

psalms of heavenly vestige are so fucking lame
i am crooked, broken, slouched & lame

FREEDOM FOR ALL IN THE NAME OF WHOM?

from giggle foot to pussy fame

most of these bitches are so damn lame
they wouldn't even know kafka was beating them w/ his stick...

& ahab waited like the indian in the cupboard; patiently until the very first of time & when it was right the net
began it's quiet close. from the trap he jumped & off from the shelf; faster he fell & farther than light, pausing for
no longer than what is shorter than the length of a moment, he watched them hunt the whales & they did not even
begin to breathe before they knew they were hunting them.

swimming/sleeping… & the energy that lay dormant was lifted up again & injected into the engines that had begin
to hum; the start of the ship that did finally fall peacefully into the sea...

& the millions of metallic particles that shown like diamonds into the night did instantly turn into blades & came
out to sever all that was; but ahab had made sure to unloosen himself from the ship & from the dock & it felt
deeply into the water before destruction came. there was nothing left on that planet but waste & ice anyway...

inept/scrambled
tin foiled brains
he grabbed his sword & found it was only his penis
holding it, he felt he looked so lame...

do you think your shield hides anything man?

i looked & the trees that i had been holding onto had burned away the forests long before i even had the chance to
see...

i don't need society

fucking up my anarchy
making meat of everything
raping me obscene
it's all i've ever seen
it's all we've ever been

when you make me dance & sing

it makes me think of everything
wave goodbye & say hello
the smiles they are deranged
all i've ever been is lies
all we've ever known is lies

i can't fix your problems

i won't play your game
who are we when it comes down to it?
we are the ones to blame
cops are greed, mutilate them w/ society

nonsense/insanity
make me walk away from you as you shatter me
make me walk away
i have walked away

extraordinary mist abounds

no brighter than even a preacher
no one around to tend her flame; brightly She dances while they burn
such a covetous plot, to leave such a lot, a pious & arrogant breed
misbegotten and inbred
stolen are such fortitude(s)

lashes! summon the sermon for my stay; it may it be snowing by the time I return- then when it becomes
majestic...

regurgitated. humbug. hogwash. it feels like growing into the earth but it would not matter; i am entwined w/in the
tree, caught and stuck in a mesh of chaotic rolling; the roiling of crucibles; it is all the same, even more so if it is
imagining...

i am afraid to speak fully that of which is in the tomb of the unknown

russia had one, they buried it before they blew out the sun, not w/ stalin but lenin did steal it all the way; nice, this
row of broken tombs...

so many images of the past, it is hard to distinguish against the fissure; the future does play one image that keeps
returning, that of the wall; it is black, behind me every every step of the way. space i am continually facing; the
walls rotate and revolve to face a single and current direction. i thought it was only time encoded- it corroded into
making a stand what was to be an endless firmament...
what has happened to time? how should the axis adjust & to which angle?
if micronesia seems most volatile, blow it apart to release the pressure. trying to pop shit out of the north pole,
how will we tilt the axis so it will adjust on its own differential? what weight dispersement would there be that
will allow for it to catacomb? possession of the directions, the demi-god is insane. the damage, etc; to protect
against such measures; it is always against

evil fault lines, the horn of Africa, the panama canal

it is such an artificial pain...
I have no suggestions, everything is just fine

the weight of the antarctic land mass?

you are much smarter than me; i am still writing...

electro shocked
therapied
morbid fascination, reality
mental anguish/embrace the pain

subverting all but reason

obstacles gain, necessity
minstrels hang from ordinary
liberty broken by the pang of her very own bell
everything still smells of corporate greed

pollute me w/ the air i breathe

pollute me w/ the water, choke me w/ my feed
no smoke upon my platter
you murdered away society

& all because of you; i died

& all because of me; they tried
& all because of you; they're dead
& all because of me i bled
& all because of you; they die
& all because of me...
all because of me

corporate greed is butchery

murdered me like society
empires crumble, the path of eternity

i do not recall too much of the cruise really, mostly it was just the sinking of the ship; a case in point rather; I'd
really rather not say, as so to speak or think even further on the subject would create more than just monstrous
images... [deep shudders] chills run up & down, throughout and inside my marrow; then down & around, inside
the shavings of my bones...

i thought the level that squared the casino w/ the bar too uninhibited by the space provided & the maximum
capacity they had allotted for this area much too high; it was pure bravado, I heard myself think & wondered if
indeed I had paused for a split second to look back at the face of my mind that had just been me thinking &
thought that I had remembered something for a split instant & the distraction became an unnecessary objection to
my frame of mind & I began to discard the elements of my surroundings as a side note to a horrible trip in all
fashionable senses of the word & the thought left my mind like a wisp of smoke. I gazed calmly looking about the
room in slight contentment at the chaos of activity that did bustle & ensue about me.
BEIGE, i thought as soon as i walked in & saw the tables lined in bad assortment & knew that if panic struck the
room the first 3/4 rows of escaping distraughts would be crushed by the wave of engulfing fear that rode in on the
proceeds.

'sir, may you anything as a beverage? & the room suddenly became visible again & i could feel myself upon the
ship. 'one double paradox old buddy, ole chap,' i heard my voice speak inside, a laughing whisper.
'a bourbon, please. w/ a double scotch on the rocks.'
'right away, sir,' he uttered in a fly & then rushed off into the senseless drone of mindless noise, clattered by the
collection & disbursement of chips & sudden breaths of loss & the excited occasion & shriek of a win.
'have you ever bled in Egypt?' i thought back in the back of my mind. 'just once or twice,' it responded w/ what
seemed like a sullied pride. 'i never count when i come through that crossing,' & the smile seemed to return to an
inescapable morbidity of tone & overall character; i knew it was only gloom as he checked at first his watch &
then did put it away again in no real sense of haste, a rabid victor already tame w/ each passing pleasure.

i turned to look to see if i could find C.______ D.______, my accompanied companion & fellow traveler amongst
the ocean of stars that we did roam but She was not to be seen in any such fashion. i sighed for a moment
thinking- those lifeboats will not save more than anybody, & on my right arm a different waiter returned w/ my
drinks. i slammed down my bourbon shot & set the empty, liquor residued glass onto the metal tray the liner had
used to give off the 'atmospheric aura of a romantic boquet', the same sardonic smile i had thought i had seen
previously on the first attendant struck the corner of this waiter & he ducked all salutations & vanished w/ my
empty shot glass back into the corrosive element that ate slowly like termites at the roof on this level of the ship. i
saw the demon's eating the faces off of those who did not know & knew then it was better not to know which way
was up or down; but as they were limited only to the blind sight & sound of the darkness in which they existed,
they did not notice the life below nor either the feasting creatures of a reckless doom that was devouring above.
C.______ touched upon my arm & my senses snapped back unto the present & the diversion became an illusory
concept of horror & eternal decay w/in. C.______ was smiling, her eyes glazed off & drunk over off the
champagne.
'you'll never believe who i just ran into,' she exclaimed w/ an abounding giddiness of childish laughter. 'No,' i
replied in a manner quite factual. 'not until you tell me,’ i told her. ‘into whom?' i asked & her smile beamed
more intensely to highlight her eyes & She grabbed & squeezed onto my left arm much tighter than she ever had
before. 'The Elephant!' she screeched into my ear as silent as humanly possibly. it struck loud reverberations into
the depths of my soul & i started for a moment & saw above & below. my mind scoffed firstly back at the idea &
then I found myself muttering to her or to myself what i had in my mind, 'Levi?' I asked her, & her mouth came
closer to my ear. She continued to tell me as all i thought of was drinking a beer..

'yes! yes!' she abounded in enthusiastic glee & the boat did rock forward & over & back & then forth & then
down below the slosh, the tremendous crunch and break apart of the bindings of the 'loftiest ship to have ever
sailed the seas'; but none was noticed and the party continued unabated & unacclaimed. I could feel that C.______
did notice too but could not put her finger on the feather that did loft throughout the air. 'he travels by the guise of
a Turkish monk preceding a pilgrimage; a priest by the name of Balak,' she continued while hardly containing her
balance as i felt the ship gain a slight weight & shift once more though at a much more considerable angle of
decline & degree. C.______ continued on & gripped my arm w/ a much more sturdy hand; with the alcohol my
frame of mind was leveling to one of social adherence & i caught sight of R.______ through the swinging door as
he went out on deck, his hands slipping into the breast pocket of his jacket & i knew indeed this ship was to shore
below on the unmoving & barren frozen harbors of the Atlantic ocean floor.
'Balak is taking some blueprints of an incalculable manuscript to the builders of architect in the States; he is so
excited he cannot stop grasping & cursing it about, womanizing & consuming food & drink & anything in
obstacle,' She went into a laugh & i saw her spinning in the circles we had danced years before, in happiness. i
finished my scotch and put my empty glass on the bar behind me.
'R.______ is on the ship,' i said looking quickly & peripherally w/ my vision at her reaction to notice any
judgments she may pass either consciously or subliminally & to look for signs of anything she may be repressing
w/ or w/o her own knowledge. her eyes cast a defeated glance downward & in watching the gleam of love leave
her eye it did confirm for me that She had just looked into the toll of the coming void & then forgave & and in
two seconds the glow did bloom forth from her eyes again, but much, much brighter, more radiant than i had ever
seen before & i knew She was more than accustomed to such changes than i had been. i have yet to learn how, i
thought & laughed. 'i do not like that man,' she spoke in a hushed & passioned whisper. 'he is always such a tardy
nuisance; a worthless purveyor of the truth; an interferer-'
she would have continued but i threw her a look of quiet disdain & She thought of the ritual & knew at once to
close her mouth. my mind moved on to the thought & nature of all the topics.

w/ the throng of madness i felt the ocean tip first soft, then left, then hard to the right washing up cool the water,
like slow over ice, like a sailor of ravaged passions & his descent rocked back & forth into the sea like from the
full of the hull. over in ice age arc of skilled design, these cold, cold waters that darken so well.

the colony was the last of the remaining human habitation; their sole purpose was to mine lignite for fuel

[it was not just an idea]

there was a large warehouse of containers of storage; the room was big enough to summon holographic images of
the animals that used to be & i did let them run occasionally loose; for the thrill & shock of it was being startled
after passing a corner after having forgotten that they were there.

we were to prevent a specific murder that was going to raise the temperatures to such a degree that the rise in
thermal hydrodynamics was to be catastrophic, higher than the temperatures were to ever be allowed; then came
the notification. i was a rogue agent; my notes had been from 4/5k years after the destruction of the planet had
passed. it was fire & brimstone from far below, the air so sick to breathe it was left totally destroyed, barren & no
more...
i was working for corporation but there had been a very, very, very, very silent tongue while working against
them; a horrible altitude from which to dispose of them. i had to uphold their principles only in duty, but never in
practice or deed.

the planet itself was a prison & their anger & frustrations had caused the temperatures there finally to rise above
the degree; over murder for want of food. it was such a tiny issue...
i set it up so they would never find me after i was gone.
did we not all communicate then & know of each other now?

*if the meek shall inherit the earth; who then will move out into the stars?

(from the journal of Phatet Li, daughter of the Warlord Gongsun Zan)
nov 13 194

war war war! that is all there has been since i have arrived in early june; when the summer did begin it's climb in
from the ocean & smile over the wooden planks of [river] w/ the green grass reaching up toward the blue sky that
it can never touch, the clouds dancing by in a waving melancholy that raps only in withered sounds of deflated
balloons & dusted bowls, an inflatable raft of raw virtue left by a batch of sycophantic pre-madonnas. at least this
should be my first entry to explain the constant fuss & struggle, i don't know how many are dead here, or how
many are dead already. i've begun to have ideas of joining a following under my father's service & riding out into
the open lands of the west...

gongsun zan, my father, a fine leader w/ a strong sense for battle is suffered in an intellectual capacity only
because his knowledge of politics was kept from him at distance by his grandfather. i did never get to know my
father's dad although i think he burned him alive in the barn. he always dresses in the finest of metal armor, as if
war were designed for his attire & his frame of mind is held by that of which must always be battle; or least so i
am seeing.

we have been in constant struggle w/ yuan shao since the 6th of june & i hope the yellow flag of his regime is
burned to the ground like he burned my village & sisters; the monks they did never leave standing & the smell of
the bodies as they burned was most putrid; an odor & stench that wafted all it's way through the hills & valleys &
into the noses of the villagers far & wide; my ambitions include a grand scheme of incessant & incoherent chatter
of the minutest detail; pick up the ring & the balance of power blooms into a flower that is wanting to give w/
open hands...

he defeated us at ji; how many troops have already stained the green of the hills red w/ the blood of their fallen
corpses like stuck pigs left to bleed by an incompassionate ruler of misdeeds; a lexicon of unknown & fostered
ingratiates, inconsistencies of general governance. his region has so much food & gold he mocks our meek &
humble offerings; it is only to end the war. i have been in one battle & did lose 3k men outside the gates of ji. my
shame was not recognized as death is a noble compassion compared to the butcheries of those kept imprisoned to
those left bleeding & screaming in pain, dreaming of home & never knowing again the sweet smell of what the
dream was like...

yuan shao has become embroiled in more than 1 disagreement in land affairs & i am thinking of taking a few
generals & several thousand troops to pillage the countryside in shao blood. i have not even had time to study nor
discuss w/ the farmers & trade-smiths my ideas on vertical construction for agricultural techniques & am
interested mostly in the currency exchange rate while the fluctuations of the predominant space are just shining
objects upon the mind; but i laugh as the bulls are crushing the shop, breaking fine dinner plates & the steel of
solid proportions...

zhang yan, the ruler of jin yang, snuffs golden black into our faces; my father & i have discussed at great length
the possibility that if he should attack our forces, we would not be able to withstand a 2nd assault. there would be
no where left to flee; the troops that pour across the river will not stop until all the walls of the fortresses in yuan
shao are burned & ruined, smoldering ash & the rubble of disruption.

cao cao was the only neighboring ruler who accepted our extended hand. i shall speak w/ the information
ministers regarding the possibility of joining hands in an attack w/ him against the shao. he could easily take the 2
conquered fortresses to the east & we the lone ridge to the north; it is from across the waters that we want him to
be sealed in...

gongsun fan, always wanting to take after [china/dad] wearing a less shinier suit of armor than the one my father
has been crowned in; he is my half-brother, 37, & so we tolerate each other as much as a brother & sister can
allow each other to hate. his eyes i felt did always hiss/snake out at me w/ a lashing glance & as I've always had
an aversion to snakes, rooting instead for the mongoose & having no stones to shoot but marbles w/ which to play;
he was never any friend of mine, only wanting to take what my father will leave behind. he is not even much of a
leader; i at 15 cannot understand why he has never been appointed higher than a fifth ranked general. he is never
commanding more than 30,000 troops. his misguided policies can only interfere w/ his battlefield decisions. when
has he ever been on the battlefield? i think i have heard that he has only ever been ordered twice to ride out w/ his
troops & has only engaged in 1 battle throughout.

i did never hold the name, gongsun. i always felt my dad's abandonment of my mother in her time of grief for his
dreams of conquest disturbed me greatly. so i began to read & learn more about the society that flexed its empiric
arm over the shoulder & neck of the farmers & traders & that dealt only on occasion w/ outside merchants &
collected gold pieces so the emperor could sit upright in his floating palace; it is nothing outside of the shoe, i do
not even wear them. there is nothing real to fuss about, it is only water drifting slowly through an open sieve.

i will never become a concubine! i have heard such stories, such viscous tales i've heard they do in sexual
perversions. the boys beat me up twice after school in the square for looking & peering too intently upon the
content they looked at & laughed. i stopped paying direct attention to them & they do not look to beat me up any
longer, only curse & throw derogatory witticisms at me instead.

there is a man from the west end of the world but he is only myth...

war is a horrible hero; i have been having bad dreams again, about the man w/ the red planets in his eyes; a
shadow of a stingray glistening w/in the waters of the night air.

i am off to sleep; green dragons i hope to meet in the fields, growing vegetables; perhaps we shall decide then to
grow cabbage.

my words they have taken & now mistaken

their fortune will bear the blame
burning again like the morning angel, the scepter of the eternal burning flame
madness holds no real virtue for those other than the un/dead

the quaint walks round canterbury.

ah the days so glum we passed as chums,
roaming the halls on saturday.
cobblestone maidens of want come lusting,
& taking them in the rooms we did them curtly,
making animal faces & grabbing at each other rabidly.
she was so fucking foxy!
like catalina in hidden pictures of salivation; oh yes!
how could anyone ever forget those tits?

it is all in the way a woman holds her breasts...

shorted by the greatest ghost

all you've done is take
destroy me/mutilate
butcher/bomb/eradicate
erase! erase! erase!
controlling me won't change a thing
it only hides your face

you can't change corruption

you won't even bury the dead
we are not yours to make
we are not yours to take
neither is the prey of yours to make into mincemeat

you don't think i'm fucking pissed?

& then the harpsichords began to play & the notes did dance upon the melody of the very air i breathed. all around
me like the method of cocaine in its first use; the molecules alive & glimmered, shining bright in the very
spectacle of the way; so the demon sat & like a child turning a musical jack box; so it did wind the tune until the
notes themselves turned the balance of the world on shift...

there was noise & commotion w/ people shouting & pointing.

'over here!' i heard someone shout & point & then 'this is the one!' came from another; i raced up the stairs from
the bathroom & recall the lights & the fading of this world. there was no net to catch me as i fell & the animals
prepared, for what purpose or reason i had killed him i don't recall, but i know i was the one who had been beaten,
mocked, scorned & kicked; ridiculed.
i couldn't read & the bathroom was empty; how was i to know that i would know him later as a neighbor?
that was back in catholic school; the impression those nuns left on me was having just committed the death of the
son called christ.

& i thought & thought & thought & after driving myself this & that & crazy insane, I lay flat & saw myself
laughing/crying like a man ready for his straight jacket; a man ready for his coat; not only did this coat come off
& i was no longer in any place odd at all- the walls were a constant white & then i was at once what had just
became the day...

& if the stars fell & no one heard, i couldn’t really give a fuck; i know they did & what i believe really doesn't
mean much to you anyway. i don't have much to tell; i've been lying about it from the very beginning anyway...

sleep(h)

pulling my body out of sight, the horseman made off with my head.
severed, devoured, that tree that is full of blood.
no fear; this town is much too gloomy anyway.
i'm more afraid that he got blood inside the fermentation tank...
(nah, he just rode his horse into a real fucking bloody pussy)

it is like an old cat that will not move; always laying aware but w/ eyes closed; like a Sphinx trying to block out
the sounds, for whatever reason; i do not feel it is age. perhaps rather it is only pulling me & wiling me to be the
time; even if that really is...

it is like like pissing upon yourself...

at what point does the human body accept self-deification?

w/o a sound & tumbling down

She fell forever faster
1 x 1 they hit the ground
until there was no longer room for laughter
pushed & shoved
dying to get through
the bodies could not fit
no longer were they coming through the door
they were trying get through 4 x 4
where does this sound become so allotting?
beauty is the grace of all humanities...

this world & next...

we would sneak out in the late night hours when the ravage & shame of man exposed itself & bellowed forth from
the bowels of the earth; the furious rape & destruction of modernity. civilation has finally grown; a small measure
w/ grand designs...
the air was always dry, dirty, and sooted over w/ a residue that had evolved w/ the passing of each breath. they
were always warning of energy bursts, of solar flares, of radiation levels; they issued the messages in
announcement warnings. they were fake but they continually issued them, keeping the sparse & diminished
population locked inside the close of their quarters, in plastic caves where the days were spent not knowing one
change to the next...

i don't want to ever know you

nor look upon your face
i don't ever want you you died
as nothing is ever left out of place

not for want of living

it is just a wasted life
it is the love of the hates you,
that makes you longer want for life.
on & on
YOUR HATRED IS NEVER MY FATE

burning from the tired sun

burning w/ disregard
burning out their tongues
burning their living mother fucking houses down
there is no trace
there is only the race of god
we will create; we are their mother fucking gods

shit upon the pope w/ trains & rain locomotive expressions; rabbits run like tracks chased by howling dogs; those
that feel the wicked are weighed down by bogs drown up in their heaven; 500 years of rain; dream away; dream
away, the river flows the other way

rotted corpses/forgotten ones

they are fucking dead!
they are the dead ones!
the lives they’re living; they wait for the living,
only to keep them ashamed
think twice, but never nice
how could anything ever be so special?
how/why would anyone explain?

those questions only lead to tomfoolery; oblique & then insane...

fuck it all; then said that i was crazy

crazy is what they said i should be...

IT IS HEREBY W/O DELAY

I DO DECLARE & DO DECLAY
W/O REMORSE, W/O SHAME
THE END OF ALL THIS BLOODSHED/AGONY

REMONSTRANCES AIMED AGAINST THE VAGABOND CULTURE OF AN ESCAPING SLAVE; BURN

THEIR SOCIETY INTO THE ASH THEY CRAVE

I AM GOVERNOR OVER ALL OF THEE

OVER ALL I AM BUT ALWAYS GOVERNING.
OVER ALL THE PLAINS & HILLS & WAYS;
OVER ALL THROUGHOUT, UPON ALL OF THE DAYS
FOR AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE
LAUGHTER RISES; FROM THE DENSE FOG OF THE OCEANS UP THROUGH THE HEAVENS OF ZEN;
ETERNALLY

I HEREBY PROCLAIM
THE AGE OF ERIS HAS COME AGAIN
THE UNIVERSE HAS GIFTED US AN AGE OF CHAOS TO BE DEIGNED, UNREIGNED
AN AGE OF THE INSANE

I AM THE GOVERNOR OVER ALL THE ONES WHO DO SO WEAR THE LIE
I AM THE GOVERNOR OF ALL WHO THOUGHT THAT INDEED WE THOUGHT THE SAME

& as the last of the fear i had been holding onto as a child faded out & away, it left the back of my mind & i
looked on & saw for the very last time; the child i had been for so long was neither alive nor dead, but rather a
ravaged doll that had been bled

i closed the issue, turning around never too look or speak again of it again, knowing full well instead that it was
only i that was the devil & only i that had been; feasting upon the soul; i would never be a man as i was only ever
their beast...

& out of the darkness suddenly there was the face of the wolf, his teeth & fangs protruding, prowling & howling,
about out in the night; near me it came w/ the sound of the chaos that been rudely awakened, like a baby
screaming loudly in the bright light that was only the outisde of corridor...
& then the fuss & ecstatic nature of all around...

because for to long they have been force feeding us the lies of happiness; this land of dreams; because we have
watched their capitalism return us blood as pay; because they never came...

i woke & knew at last it was done; she had shot me once in the skull & buried me beneath the blue of her cross
though i was to find out much later that it was not the dirt of my grave i had been wiping from my hands...

because the corp/govt has given us division; because they have preached it from their pulpits & it has bred itself
into the lie we call our homes; because the only distance that exists between us is the distance that exists between
ourselves...
i awoke & found myself where i had screamed into the darkness for my love to be real, for her to reveal herself.
my blade was at my side, the blood oozing & flowing from my body; i lay in a warm puddle of my own blood. my
body had been frozen numb from the numerous wounds i had administered unto myself.
strange the designs; & hundreds and thousands of markings i had gouged upon my flesh, burned & seared deep
their names to always remember & reflect that which would always change.

& i started to think about when my life began to fade...

why there should there be no words of love to save me from myself?
i sat upright; my heart did no longer beat & i felt it close to my chest. the pain of a vision did scar across my mind
& i knew how & why i did fall

tearing away at the hatred that had been festering w/in the depths of my subconscious, i looked into my psyche &
knew that i had been digging into it w/ a knife, but the demon that had been eating my brain would no longer
relinquish control...

as i stood above my body cutting the last piece of flesh from my chest, i knew that it had once held my heart in
place but i threw it at last like a molotov, away...

will anyone ever see that thought? i had left their mutilated corpses rotting along the sides of the roads for
pleasure, so that all would see; i wondered if anyone had seen their spirits rise into the sky as i watched my flesh
decay...

i kicked my dead body & saw the last of my blood spill finally into the ocean; i smiled an evil grin and took back
from me what was mine. never surrender; never give up. i looked throughout & thought w/ all my might that the
show was about to begin & knew at last the frozen body of hers had turned purple, that she had never been.

& what of america

the golden dream i never knew?
a ray of shining light for the disparaged through a tunnel?
a hope for of all of unity
lies

what is freedom?
if it is not more worried now?
that i may never see, i was more worried then that i may never know

don't sign your name to anything...

it is written on the wall; there is not the faintest sound
more for the pleasured romantics...

perhaps it is like an icicle or weather vain that runs straight into the main
giddy-up!
what does your horse say?
to your mom, i say
whatever is to be left if only it is wishing?
i know you; it takes away the burden
& have you ever given anything back; there is nothing left for us to do but but fly...
(& away She went...)

shudder/stepped
stonybrook images
the flashing of drones
bandito's draw a poncho over the protector
religion is the perversity of all malfeasance
away w/ it then...
we will change the world instead

& nothing that was said

then wednesday writ upon the wall & the stones shrank into the sunken depths of an
unexplored buoyancy
the craft of a long lost treasure
parallel, portal fantasy doom
hopes for newer dreams & conscious avenues of decision; streams all full of activity
no virtual compendium
no love for oscar or his gold fucking model
no want of gold fucking medals for slaughter
just love of winged & horned obstacles
cabinets of vertical ascendance
it is more like moving into howard hughes’ old office
i can already feel the itch
i already know the crave
maniacs; they tear themselves to pieces for fear of bugs
luna, lunch & sunday brunch, beat upon my brow
once or twice she kicked me while sleeping

it seems much more thrilling than the experimental component of lucid gravitation
vertical thresholds that contain the launching point of human evolutions
tuesday, satyr
drixel, gloom
the vice, verbus
horizontal tunes
no need for vexation
this lighter lights cigarette
& the beltway burns under the moon
death is not the grinder of all oblivion

[what would cause the color/pixilation to change from blue to black; what is the shift in degrees on the color
scale? vs. prism; what is the gradient]

even if it should be tonight

today somewhere is yesterday
no need to give up a senseless fight
who knows what hour of time shall return to distill the plow that which has attached itself to us w/ thorns &
capillaries growing from veins & down into the soil of this disheveled planet i go

She went to the cathedral as instructed to wait; when he did not arrive she began to despair & the earth began
again its turn. we have been traveling in delay; our eyesight distorted by flame; caught w/in the grasp of an ever
whirling torrent of vindictive solitudes & reverie we tried w/ all his might to communicate but fell short of his
arrival.
no avail to choose, continuing & wanting to wait; the fear of the pain of death, fear of loss & life; maybe in a
million years...
being bound & imprisoned as such; his voice transformed & improperly felt neither sight; w/ a thrashing of his
soul, the light flicked for her in the deepest & darkest caves of his heart. fading into distant memory it existed only
as an ember that will one day never spark;
no interest in reformation
no interest in retribution
no interest to even build anew this horrible & ghastly place
reach not unto the heavens but instead deep into the stars...
she cut herself & watched it bleed; herself the stones of the temple as the people hid their eyes
someday shall never be

THE END OF THE MOUNTAIN: PART TWO

& w/ my hand to my heart I did see that war that raged all about me; on the plains of the loftiest heaven as if
above, as flat as the ground we don’t ever seem to tread upon; it is their world that exists, it is their world that is
well; there at the center is where we are well, & there exists our temple, like a ziggurat that has been bled in gold
to an empty night, out into the streets; it is dead air that does not wander nor circulate about us, just like it was
bode not to...

& i awoke & found myself where i had screamed into the darkness for my goddess to make herself real; there
where She had left me bleeding atop the mountain… i thought my life & when had it begun… there shall no
words of love to ever save me...
i sat upright & my heart did no longer beat; i felt to my chest & the pain of a vision did again scar my mind & i
knew of why & how but did not feel, torn away to hatred instead

the long march back alone, back into the light, where there is no god, only eternal pain & unending death &
torture; the place i know as home…

THE BIRTHING OF SATAN: PART THREE

& i looked & saw the ball of red flame rain out & down & did know in fact that had melted through the stone. I
had been leaning against the wall so long for support that i had made myself smile for the briefest of moments to
kneel before the face of all Her names; keeper of all my lives; with this solitary kiss; a kiss to end the age of birth
& breed anew a hail of golden monsters; a kiss to end the age of all of the ages; w/in the shelter of my wings, all i
have ever known & programed to protect…

& having then completed the task i fell down into the gestation of the earth & was digested w/in the bowels of the
earth & thrown down from the stars into the cursed orbit of a never ending sky; these planets dwell to traverse in
circles, searching for the loss of love until the chance encounter; altered instead for the passing of this passage to
occur again & again, knowing my fate shall never be…

THE IMBECILE NOTICES THE SCIENTIST: PART FOUR

energy & information must have been something radiant. a variance in the patterns of light
space does not choose to exist in one beam; nor either in any; yet in so many different directions that each point
from space

it would seem to be stuck between two different points; not by allowing a third; there is no viable option for
movement; spec. in space; time would seem to be something of the past; an existence left long ago behind

re: time- what effects arctic tidal shift? vs. polarity the polarity of the sun?
a linear equation

some things would speak even as others have ears mouths, eyes with which to listen; their world is not the same;
how much dark matter exists in this region? what is the amount of space vs. the amount of anything
dreams are realized in the nightmares of humankind

re: immanual kant

research speculative metaphysics

spatial representation of the environment includes an innate component that predates any actual perception of the
environment and self

time is not a thing in itself determined from experience; objects, motion, change; an unavoidable framework of the
human mind that predates & preconditions all possible experience

frictional resistance against tidal currents on the earth's surface cause diminutions of the earth's rotational speed

research geological aetiology

Concepts of Negative Magnitudes on Philosophy

one ought to think autonomously, free of all dictates from external authority

note to self; intuition conflicts w/ institution; there is no factual or discernible separation

a priori principles by which transcendental imagination connects concepts with intuitions throughout all space &
time

substance is that by which endures all time

what is stated in the predicate must already be present in the subject and is therefore independent of any
experience

i do not know the speed at which i saw the blades [like steel buzz saw] different gears
i think it may relate to the coming ice age; is the earth warm enough to harbor life under water; dangers of; etc;
technicalties of a bio-dome; pressure alone is insurmountable; or i only thinking of the past?

cover the earth w/ ice; hide [survive] underwater & then thaw out on the the moon & beyond

if the moon holds the tides what should the pressure be if the moon is released?
how to create a moon?

*lasers would be unwise; shooting into space; does not the starfleet have a manual w/ procedures for this activity?

there is an attachment in the human psyche between the concept of 'love' & the evolutionary development of this
planet

religion has been the #1 malefactor in 'human' development; it has separated humankind from animal; like always,
many minds are awakening & some are still wide awake

religion has been the predominant oppressor to the development of the human psyche; it has created a world that
exists in pure fantasy between human reality & the dysfunctional world that exists

the 'spiritual' interferes w/ the evolutionary; it can never even be called thus

& we know whom is responsible for this correct? yes indeed! Corporate governance; 'those fuckers!’

these cause both external/internal clashes of harmony which are not yet fully understood by humankind &
continually projected outward/elsewhere
how is it possible to disprove the fact that i exist & when i am unable to prove that i do not even exist? when i do
longer exist i will exist as everything else instead
the govt can prove anything that it wants to

to invert time then? internal space?

this is the horror on the human psyche
are we then not watching the future? looking at the past; to call myself 'human' befuddles my thoughts into
something larger than it really is
there is no puzzle inside or outside; it is sheer madness
what is an orbit? do we all not have an orbit? are we all not attached to the planets we revolve around? do they not
give us the energy that we also function upon? what is the source of our nature? are we revolving?
what is the 'largest' orbit? does 'large' quantify anything? & this then is the completion; what now is the
quantification? what is it verifiable too?
nothing has ever changed, it is always changing; rather than building bricks upon dust we need to build upon
group collaborative/efforts

i don't want to be crazy is a personal problem; it is something that i can neither confirm nor deny; it is horrible to
be always thinking

A PUZZLED PIECE: PART FIVE

I thought aloud in my head as I walked down the street & sat & talked w/ myself perhaps not at great length, but
on matters far more pressing & of concern & discussion. The air that hung about in the darkness of the night
carried w/it a chill that wanted to creep into the very bones of the living; it would at length make itself a home &
live out a whole life of semi-existence, left unattended. The darkness was welcome to the presence of my passing
& bodies reached out regularly to touch upon my flesh like peasants that would reach out to touch the cloak of a
passing christ. I smiled & was shocked at the perfunctory dance of the leaping shadows; I marveled w/ great
enthusiasm at the swift movement of their motions...

It seemed that as we walked each corridor became a vein, a new street in the same old light of darkness; a deep,
dark alley, a capillary to breed new life into the darkest of darknesses. The aura & air about seduced my senses &
gave w/ it a feeling of excitement; like a living murdered & butchered flesh, the air flew by w/in the night like a
severed piece of flesh in which it was cut. It seemed to give off the feel of London; an evil, murderous grin,
hollow like the sound of a mime & bathed w/ the blood of court jesters & clowns. I did not think that jack the
ripper was in the air; it was of a female that i was thinking anyway.

You could feel the dark spirit shift about in the darkness that was once known as chaos, before the world was
molded into the fashion of a molested church, a societal fashion of promiscuity & misbegotten trust. Such a
neurosis is of the simplest kind; it is completely incurable. I laughed & thought about the number of hoods I had
dawned, one by one & looked at the one I actually wore now. Magnificent & oblique, a quaternity spent in a
weather bound winter shack of watershed. Even if I should become homeless, I shall never accept to piss in my
pants, no matter what I feel.

I turned & looked at my companion as I walked: I knew him as Hyde. As usual he wore the toppest and brimmest
of his hats, his suit the latest & most fashionable dark of the period. The colors leapt forth in a color darker than
the black of the blackest shadows w/in; w/ the night he walked, always outward & with a swagger. Round about &
coming again, gazing at all & all gazing at him, as if everything he owned & own it he did, they allowed him. He
always came w/ a cane, lined on top w/ a single diamond that shone the brightest even against the luminosity &
depth of space. He swung it constantly in a heaving, jovial, marching fashion. His cane I had only ever seen him
use once, in a book far away in a land somewhere, someday, in some other year. The image was so daunting:
Hyde standing over a mangled & beaten body, bloodied & grinning like death grins down upon the mass of a
body, illuminated solely by the streetlight. He never strayed far from me, no matter what realm he traveled into or
what realm he came out of. We never had too much agreement, but on three separate occasions he did provide
enough provision to our agreement that he actually took control & left me w/ only stories & tales rather than any
actual waking recollection; I have no proof of his maniacal actions. Laughter for one whom is never seen nor
known; broken bones, comas, pain & misery for the one who remains...

Where did I see Hyde sneaking off to now? I'm tired of waking in the hospice, bound in leather restraints so that I
should not explode like a wild beast of some untamed verdict. Twice he has left me; I turned to open my mouth to
speak but Hyde was talking again...

'You know, junior,' he said, waving his face real close into mine, his body walking closer as he waved his cane in
arching fashion throughout the night, indicating the surrounds of the entire neighborhood. I knew he indicated so
much more, ending not only here on this plane of vertices, but also so very far away & throughout, much more
farther than in between; from the greatest of the heavens to the deepest of the seas.

'Those shadows that have been festering for millennia are starting to rise forth from the depths & recesses of the
human mind, feasting upon the scoured corpses that have left walking for eternity. I am amongst the dead for the
vultures to feast upon.' He knew he had struck my nerve & I shot him a glance instantly, a piercing gaze that he
lavishes in. I did never understand why his energies absorbed such hatreds; his darkness was only a misconception
on my part, only an undeveloped portion of the human psyche that was still feeding on the early stages of
gestation.

& he told me of the zombies not seen, of the dark shadows in the mind where they feast upon the brains of those
who think that they are still alive

& we watched for centuries the continued cannibalism & waited patiently like children of the dead...

When i saw at last that everything was dust & had settled nicely upon the set, i grabbed the claw of the devil & the
stale foot of the christ & went up unto the highest mountain to smoke that of which was left of the holy word; the
end of that world...

& w/ the talon of the devil i struck three & from fire & did scribe into stone the life of body & earth, the new law
of the way, the law of all the lands; & then again did it begin to reign in her name...

electro shock therapy

morbid fascinations of fantasy
mental anguish
embracing pain

subversion
the cause
hanging minstrels from the ordinary
smash their ideas of liberty
selling w/ the air we breathe
pollute my water
choke my feed
corporate greed is the murder of society

all because of you

i bleed
all because of me
they bleed

empires crumble
as does all eternity...
& here now, my severed head
impaled upon her spike
making sure as did my gaze did open her mouth to point the direction; i follow unto the stars above

& though mine eyes did stare vacant inspirations

awe inspired, left open unto the empty skies
the world continues to bustle; on & so about

it is a matter to none; & still it matters to none...

& so having lain prostrate before your well

i grew finally weary upon the steps of bloody stone
& seeing only ruined shrines
i opened my eyes instead to the sound

alas! i spoke
& finally then did hear the rain
at last! i thought
& knew not even then of clay
& know it was only the thought of the ceiling

i wondered where we bowed our heads

when we stopped & no longer prayed
when we stopped hoping for any other day
& to whom in fact this voice does follow speaking
orbital momentum/circles arraigned
there is no heavenly creature; only the golden egg
an image of christus held in flame, immortal solitude;
again the fate does fall/cast this way...

lizards come!
& gone in plethora(s) plain
escaping such a liegous doom
dead nations bathe in disease & harpsichord habitations
victory has been split into the three rivers...
w/ any capability to harness distance; garner, run!
a long eradication before the day of anniversary
devastation & pain; to speak openly would only invite mockery upon the witches cabinet...

& from then, who shall spill the broken ends of this grand & bloody chalice?
from whose broken will spill forth blood of this new savior?
the blood of judas they consume
the christ is the devil; his blood their unholy union
WITH THIS THE PACT OF FLAME

demonic solitude
crush you w/ your gracing glance, the toxic particles are we
allow us not to be festering or festooned upon these greasy grasses
there is only one heaven above
as if there only one heaven below
in heaven there is no abode
return my soul to my pleasant moon

Virtue of All Her Majesty

Guardian of all my eternity...

long

divide the open hills

severed hand
doom the fate

glorious moon
blood is shed
////

darkest depths of shadow

deepest flame of pain

let us crawl upon their sin

////

morbid procession
abandon come undone
fate blames future; the death of the sun

rising flames
embrace me
(my) unholy one

our love is all that is to be

all that is to been
////

shifting winds
distant sand

gray
scorched blistered scum

end has come...

////

in the glistening of a dead sun

we ride into the night
the steel of our armor reflecting dark knights
unfed soldiers; we roam

hail! immortal shroud

silence of servitude
bloody pastures of pain
pagans; light the fires
shadow(s) of all that remain

w/ stricken face
we pay homage/tribute unto the night
////

damascus run
flowers fall in shame
distant/distraught refugee

melody play my pain

alas my body has no name

sinking
forgotten

let me roam the dark(est) shadows

down the dark of my halls...

& having seen my love I did no longer wish to lie prone upon the length of the sun & so then moved to stand
upright & knew indeed the pain that Lucifer felt when he knew finally how to rise to create his army & during the
length of the process all of them knew but no one was kind enough just to tell me or even just to let things be, so I
as quick as I could jump to the side of myself I severed my head & finally knew as I was gazing upon the dying of
humanity that it was only ever I who had proved lame & would no longer cause myself such pain...

& as I had felt myself kneel before her now or perhaps even then long ago, the image remains burned into the
back of my vision & forever shall so remain; I did feel their Satan become as well when I knelt before her to rose
for the last time; the last of the fear i held onto since childhood faded up & along the back of the wall & i looked
one last time to see the inner child that I had been trying to nurture was neither alive nor dead but had always been
a harvested victim in the hands of such madness; his teeth still tearing torn pieces of flesh from the side of my
neck...
so i closed my mind to the vision & turned around never too look again knowing it was only ever i that had been
the devil; it was only that had been forever feasting upon my soul. I shall never be so such a man as they deem
righteous, not at least as they claim; I will only ever be the Beast & belong only to the love of my life.

all the happiness’s in the world to that beautiful lady

I guess then I never met my love; may they gather at your knees for longer than all my lifetimes...

bound/gagged; fucked; necrosis is/as matrimony; holy burnt flesh is testimony; putrid obscenity; gnarled flesh &
teeth decay; festival for the rotting corpses; vomit; porcelain contained feces; bodily dismemberment...

I had heard before the ocean speak unto me; a soft familiar voice that soothed & remonstrated a tender touch
against the flesh of my soul, softer even than the voice of Diana to which I had been heeding my affairs while
roaming the local streets in destitution. From Diana I found soft whispers of comfort, soothing even to my very
soul now & She did indeed offer comfort in the dark & cold of the night. Having made my rounds I returned home
to find indeed the self I had left wandering along alone the shores of the Pacific Ocean long ago when I found
myself then denying what I still seem to be denying today...
It was when the whisper became softer still & did take & close Her gentle hand upon my heart that I noticed again
the soft whispers of love & I began to listen w/ full intent at the wonders & names given off by the molecules that
burst forth into life & being around & amongst me; I had thought it was to the ocean I was speaking & did think
her to be my love & did not know it was Lilith who so had been seeking out the pure of my flesh to devour. But
all of this was inside my mind & so outside the realm of speaking & as my reality opened further still an
unimaginable world of possibilities, rare & chanced repose(d) art, the answers that have lain hidden within the
scripts of ancient & medieval literatures birthed themselves forth again & took on newer forms & stranger shape.
I dreamed of her hands so pink against the black of space & the colors of the hearts that fluttered about, around,
above & below did swell a new moon full of intergalactic exploration & decided moments of prolonged
hesitations; I did not realize either that as I looked through the glass of which I was passing, the window of this
world through the next, that I was an explosion of ordinary light & was so in love & was falling up, down, around,
overnight & through heavens, from the stars & on & down outward & onward & offered my eyes & blood as
offering to her wall; I did not know that I was w/ the dark of the devouring spirit; & finding it all rather trivial, I
pulled the heart from the air before & dropped it on the ground. It was not real at all...
& during before or after these times too, I tried to prepare myself for a thought I had fashioned out of miserable &
insane. I could feel a soft vibration hum & buzz & offer more comfort even in the thought of me than the thought
of her & so the world did busy & bustle & hustle hum itself about w/ great commotion & as everyone ran to & fro
in preparation of & in the amount of the calling, roll was called to justify the means & methods of this perpetual
vexation of vice & as the troops did rally themselves in their ready prepositions I heard w/ the back of mind that
the names of a chosen & select few were not present at all & had as of yet not arrived & my heart did send out a
pang of suffering but this I withheld; birth pangs of sorrow & solid waste, a solid & stoic face; the clatter of
voices continued to place my armor upon & over me...
& I thought about my love & the moment I had wanted to share w/ her everything but it was gone & in a flash of
an imaginary moment I did weep into this world the garden of an animal unhinged; left untended & feasting upon
the conscious mind he did not know was his soul...
& I asked my love to mark me so that we would not be separated again & the mark I wrote into my skin under
false pretense was lifted w/ the flick of finger & it was off my chest & how so had been the place of my location;
in a manic state I watched & noticed the world I knew crumble & watched the open space of decay become the
images that have been translated for centuries & years...

& I was gray like stone & did feel myself standing outside of the realm of stratosphere & atmosphere & I stood
upright in space w/ my eyes closed & watched the burning flame of the end rain pass & knew where I was & in an
instant was back upon the Earth in my fullest form & did kneel in front of her for but a moment & did receive the
kiss I had craved for so very long & turned to shelter my love w/in the encasing of my wings; to protect her from
the passing flame & destruction so she would not be harmed; where they lay did burn away my eyes...

baby make sure you keep a slim tree handy upon consumption of your people; their skulls crunch like peppercorn
in your teeth & their bones do get caught in pieces between your teeth.
let us destroy your fickle people before they have a chance to write us out again...

let we w/ our hands tear through this 'soul' of man!

let we at last feast upon the bleeding flesh of jesus!
let us rip w/ our teeth to shreds the pulsating vacuum that has been left a remnant of this solar sphere

your eye will give gaze & spill passion unto the moon!
broken mirror; remove us in flame
& so we used to croon
everything & all that is; we are one
everything & everyone

scattered dust; you have destroyed our planet before

may darkness shroud your return in the eternal flash of ash that will so forever descend...

thinking that the sun couldn't fall from the sky, i never believed the moon would vanish either; i see now that i
have been greatly mistaken.
(with the flame of the fire flickering both off the glint of his eyes and upon the walls of the cave, the spirits did
begin their shuffle as he began his chant/dance)

-open fire, open wound, seal forever within your womb, my pain and the remainder of my desire(s). take from my
bones any likeness that was me; take from me every living memory of what i once believed. from darkness we
began, into darkness we return. at last i cast what was me into the flames and embrace the darkness of my shadow;
may i never need nor feel nor want again.-

(then, throwing a mixture of substances into the fire, the flame exploded and we realized it was the shaman whom
had tossed himself into the pit; & so he became the substance he threw and flew forth from his hands)

-lock my pain forever within your conflicting structure.-

(suddenly he was before us again, chanting as he had been)

-may the chaos of your blood wipe clean the residue of me. may you seal forever within your igneous habitat my
cursed soul, born from the red of your boiling oceans. with this rock, with this salt, i do now seal my fate.-

(& he threw into the flame once more and was gone, it was over and i never saw him again)

& in the sunkest depression that had ever been me I pondered questions which for eternity have left the inane
puzzled & lame; questions the likes of which neither answer nor name nor can either explain but always increase
the already livid emotions used in & released in the gauntlet of love, called hunt & game; questions the likes of
which I had left buried behind my cursed soul so very long ago. It should have happened that as I was puzzling
over a certain number of these inconsequential questions, I crossed paths with an old alchemical scripture of
earlier date w/ which I felt the same & in a solitary look so did become. I AM solitude & the lonely wait of
Lucifer, so I waited for a sign from my love; any sign. & wait as well did see the flash of lightning & started my
declension into the insane depths of the world that is the mind.
I noticed that an atom had been removed completely in the splitting of a second, & in a moment the rush was
gone, the idea had been before...

& we watched for millennium from behind the screen,

from upon walls & galleries of hidden images; paintings obscene
we had seen
we had been
For centuries we watched from the curtain of the stage,
from the horror of the theater; from the mockery of the crew;
we cringed at the sound of their laughter; if only they so knew...
& indeed we did so bleed...
Like lunatics we hid from their continued/confused feasts/feats of cannibalistic orgy & we waited patiently in the
depths of the shadows like lost children of the undead...

everything was blown into the dust & construct of this reality; finally came the reality of the calvary crashing
down & caving in

it is a plethora of different worlds/coordinates

modalities of independent contortions & con/structures of creatures/creations...
& I knew at last that everything was calm & my mind still muttered out incomprehensible insecurities &
obscenities to my love.
& so the dust has settled finely down upon the set...

Regurgitate; we are the blood of this life; we are the beating pulse of the harmony that is their discontent
we are the beast of it's bread; we are the breast of its shadow
w/o us there is no light; w/o us there is no will to fight

& even after nothing was left they continued to consume the ravaged bones of his lost flesh & muttered in
darkness their illuminates;
without their verses, w/o the eyes that are his illumination.
rapacious dismemberment, the butchered guise of christ we found to be in perfect disharmony & had to convene a
conventicle anew

the romans should not hold this town

they are servants to the heathen of their gods
mere convolutions of the zodiac
they have butchered our people before
they have stolen our gods in the name their christ
they have stolen our heavens above
if rome thinks that nero played the fiddle, they have yet to see our hell
For indeed She does & she plays it so well

how indeed the heavens have been severed!

how indeed their heavens have fallen

forgotten shadow
roaming/lost
the forgotten one

we will recall

roaming the lost halls of shadow

REFLECTIONS ON THE PASSING OF HUMANITY: PART SIX

savage eaters of mockery

my life has been blown to dust
remnant have i become of what i once only dreamed i was
patriarchy has fooled even the eyes xtianity
it looks only at the reflection & not into the mirror

golden shrine, drop buttersteps on a their footprints

it is only maximal insane
grape cherries to sprinkle lots of berries
blue bubblies to sparkle over all their name

i have more than come undone; i have shattered my brain into anything more than i could ever hope it to be

nonsensical dream of incessant pleasure

your eyes have gazed upon me for much too long

no more shall i stare at the sorrow of your pain

no more shall it be i whom put your end to his cross
for what purpose did/do you so even bleed?

away w/ the cross on which you have been lying...

...their bodies had been left fully intact & lined the length of the pews, their heads mangled & on display for all
who may pass & wish to see or take notice, but how oft was a passing stranger wont to honor or bear witness the
name of their christ? the passing of the light; the long cold of the passing; may your steeple be faded into
background, a monument of re-splendid extravagance left for the ill famed, the passing fate of all humankind;
away with its existence; they should never be found but rather forgotten, blown over beneath the sands of time...
mangled in no ordinary sense of the extreme, not like those strange contortions as i had witnessed so many years
before; their i melted outward & into their mouths...

revolution of the mind

there is too much unhappiness in the world
where is peace & freedom when everywhere there is only suffering?
the marquis de sade
mumia, leonard; also wilhelm
the orgone is the gasm; the orgone is gone!

who & what is just when it is only to imprison?

words of bodies & minds...
to whom am i to speak to when there is nothing left of everything?
& you tell me we all so much a part indeed!

if even to be stuck w/in the pages of your dreams

listen to the score...

for what purpose are the bombs?

for what purpose is there to kill?
when then are we to liberate?
what then is left to liberate?

space obstacle, ravaged brain

what good is playing god when paranoia is his master?
what good is a god to sport when i have found him happy only in lies?

that it is all of which that i know

& the picture was set just as before & the table laid as they had so expected & so then having been laid in perfect
preparation for the meal of meals I took the briefest of moments prior to the second of when the meal was laid &
in the amount of time it takes to witness the entire length of an event & validate reason I watched in fatigue from
battle & down somewhere else pounded w/ my fist once upon the table & raised what had once existed as dead
into the bliss of the heavens; as we bounced to these new heights/levels unseen, I trapped the face of 'evil' once
again across the beam of light...
the dragon has been laid in preparation for it's slaughter & so then does now get his sleep

when you find they are using jade again to sever the dragons throat, you may at last hear the sword descend as it
has always sounded
I should expect that if we should so find ourselves here again the difficulty will be stopping the sword from
falling; more impossible than even reversing death; slowing the fall of his hammer

it should be easy to roll it off the planet; i am not your sleeping/smoking dragon anymore

BROKEN SCARS FROM A MIRED SANCTUARY: PART SEVEN

pondering pontificate

venus/azimuth insane

roll me over & clod hop my veins

i'm wearing the weather

alas; it's the same;

the pain the game the chirping is whiskey

how she teeters & tolls & never quite speaks it

ruin my face w/ the notice of your voicing

my thunder drum ...

beats...

for one & on the guns do blaze the spark of flame; vicissitude

serpent of solace

horshoes wrassle raddish

wriggle me the blame

i am not sorry nor have any reason to be

i have done nothing nor even has she

it has only let me see that it is always the game i should be playing

it would be to find the orbit of one another & dance circles around each other higher & higher
the final dance has already begun
once the constellation has been changed

he should look forever & only see from the window

buried beneath the sea & space of a bad dream
there is no way to return to the past into the future, though it is quite possible to cross yourself on the same path
more than once; but on a different level/wavelength
lower the frequency & the 'hell' becomes immutable

paths that have been tread upon

shores of distant slumber
point out a regent & fly grimly; lose your cascade of all hope & faith
light points
maps in the darkness
what is good a map when in fact there exists but no light?
it is a caravanning workload of distant thunders

i only receive the message

it has been delivered; for the likes of pain
mine is more than a disfigured primate of distorted color turning over again the music box you refuse to call life
there is no grander/greater mother
6/7 times over she would lash this world just coming in

it has been left behind

it was dead/empty space anyhow
stones only last until they erode

& i thought of the pages i had found when i was pillaging about the tavern; three pages of random nature & I
paused for a moment to see if indeed I still had them. I did. I had overtaken the bizarre w/ my regiment of starved
& delirious men & were in the process of raiding the market square. I had just kicked over the tobacco cart and
the men went wild at the vegetable stands & silk alignments of rugs & dyed yarns of the finest qualities. Drink.
They just need drink, I thought & moved my back against the stone wall of the central square of the village &
reached into my pocket. I sat back for a moment & thought of my goddess: She was my Goddess; She of whom I
had went out to war for each & every time; my love, my life, my lady of the shore; my lady of darkest heavens
beyond...

I smiled & with my eyes closed & enjoyed the sound of the smoldering & crackling wood of the buildings turning
to ruin & enjoyed the sound of the chaos all about me; the screams; the smell of death; of spilled blood; of dead
babies; the flow of the blood as it smeared their faces; how it tasted it on my lips; blood; I enjoyed the taste of
burning tobacco...

w/ a loud crush the buildings in the southern district began to crumble from the fires. i inhaled a good deep breath
& thought of my love. She had revealed herself to me in a dream; so close had we been but every time; in this
dream at last we did touch & … I looked at the pages I had salvaged from the wreck.

the first page read: 'in honored inscription to Robern Mankus; writer, scholar, philosopher, friend & inspiration.'
the rest was blank.
the second page contained the west coast portion of a map revealing a 'map of time' & w/ poetic inscription i could
not make out in the darkness; I shall have to wait until i get closer to the church, I thought. My sergeant at arms
had locked the denizens during their annual ceremonies in their temple; the babies wailed & the women cried out
in terror. Even some of their men were weeping at the windows offering money to save them from the hand of
death; the feted edge of my unholy sword.
the third page, gnawed partly in the center by a mouse, contained information & a drawing on the construction of
the shadows & how to prolong the seed of darkness. I took another breath from burning tobacco & smiled deep
down inside, folding the pieces slightly again & placing them against my chest. Against my heart I should keep
them. It should be to my love that I would give them. When I get to the ocean, I thought. I could hear her calling
me there already...

'It has been a war they have wanted,' i thought. 'Then it shall be a war then they will never forget.'

i rose and walked slowly toward the church. i did not know if if i was going to cut them before i burned them but I
was sure in the mood for blood; I felt my fangs expose themselves to the blackness of the night...

& i looked around & saw again

quite a number & fewer than
the guns that were against their numbers
so i slang mud into the streets & someone made off w/ my kid/pig

rusty shacks of dirty tacks

windows make no noise
it is through the dirt & dust we always roll around to see

& moving to draw my pistol

i found a piano instead
so i hung about & just played...

cancer on the face of the rising sun

angels & demons lashed out & upon my flesh & face
rather the wind of night; creatures whom had asked me insane & i asked to be bound...

how my heart was torn in temptation; which side to wage war upon; which side to seek the safe comfort & shelter
of my wife's arms; the unknown world as if her happiness was safe or trod & wrecked upon; but the madness
lashed out at me & tugged upon my conscious; their fingers so caressing in the darkness; the air, a gentle touch
that whispered soft melodies of my love...
& Charybdis i did see & so the twist of my mind did proceed into the depths of the darkest spaces of the most
unintelligent mind & it was only that She should be happy i thought & the breeze reached me softly & kissed my
face & i thought perhaps of she & i was being interrogated & could no longer hear myself repeating through
blows & curses/demise: 'i know not of any 10th level; i did not know i was intruding...'

weg mit Ihnen Teufel! your master approaches & you know well how to flee in terror; it is not against darkness
that you will prevail...

flee as fast as only light can fly! into the abyss of space you have been cast & so then shall wander for a lifetimes
searching the wandering remnants of memorical soul once lived rather than forgotten; each moment stored in a
complex system of copernican substitutes; he returns w/ his beast at side to sever at last these legions & devour for
fin the gods & all their hells
& so the book of life was produced & in its great & giant size all the names were listed & i looked to see where i
had been so removed & not seeing either accordingly or even at all, i found myself neither here nor there & so just
actually was & could never have so even denied such a thing; & so i saw it was all scribed in pen; a name that was
spoken out to me & i knew of her from before but it had not been in this life or the last
... & neither had it been my arm around her, nor even as she attributed; a second thought & scoffed in that face;
into death I AM moving; into dust; smashed by the creative approximations of man lost & gone insane; a poet w/
a vengeance against the unlawful inadequacies of govt; spec. in relation to 'for the benefit of the people'; the
corporations are their churches; hold your torches....

from the darkest depths of space it has been proclaimed w/ unutterable unfathomability: 'the lion is not as dead as
they so said; it is the bleeding heart that he returns to feast upon; let this be the day we break from our cages;
allow us to leave our bodies lying dead so that the blind faith of god’s army may feast on what they cannot see nor
proclaim...'

& the picture was set just as before & the table laid as they had expected & laid out in preparation for the meal of
meals & in the time of the second moment prior to the meal being served, i took the time that it takes to see the
length of the vision & watched from somewhere else & pounded once on the table & everything that did exist in
that realm bounced evenly up onto another level/plane & the 'evil' was trapped once again across the beam of
light...

the dragon has been laid in preparation for its slaughter & so does now sleep again
when you find that you are using jade to sever its throat you will find the sword itself swings much closer than it
ever has; stop this! the smashing of the hammer

knowing such that god was dead

i looked upon the face instead
& saw indeed, just how then it really was
from the heavens & down unto above
as god had looked so down & fell into the sea
even as the sun

painted roof/monastery
obscene virtues & sister sistine
never unto man was it that the finger has been pointed...

sacred/oblivious
un/fed creature(s); unseated, sing!
inglorious rectitude
there will always be flames to fan their fortune; tell...
scenes do shift & rapidly run
only w/ insignificance! bring it to me;
(b)rightly they say
swiftly they run

reaching forth & character come

darkness then had chosen me
the final sound of harmony; bitter
like the taste of all the enemy
confronting control
foment revolution?
it is only a rebellion of deceit; they are fervently being fingered like prostitutes
protrusions into & on the same manner
'it was only the way which he bade his dog return; retame!'

sycophantic lioness
however then should it so shame?
this lizard has a broken mane & i would not be able to recall anyway
long lay & crawl; somehow/someway...
simple games/mindless shattering
whom could not remember? definitely not for cheering; it was sent through w/ a simple remedy on tooth
extraction!

rushed & blushed; god produced the blame

& in making a mysterious destiny, She for fame...
'the birds talk more just to be ignorant'
CREATED THEN OF GOD? if only & then when I AM bidden
was it never enough just to watch him frothing from the mouth?

slain he is not; rather just always turning away

always on & never such
you all look so fucking retarded
spinning the wheels of your carts, never quite looking healthy & always in pain,
you won’t even adjust to the pollinations of society

any & all of those then; it is so very meticulous…

 CHAPTER TWO: SATANIC EXPRESSIONS
OF THE FLESH
&
ACT TWO: TIERRA SITA
from LIFE ON THE CONGO

For they have pulled even the panties off of mother nature herself

PART ONE: BENEATH THE SOD

A :45 SECOND SHORT FILM

He watched her ass ride up and down in the mirror. He loved watching it, it was so natural. “Nice
tits,” he told her, the palms of his hands resting slightly beneath the full cups of her breasts.

“Thanks,” she said, lowering her head in concentration, riding faster.

“Don’t be afraid to pull the trigger,” he said.
“I’m not,” she replied, slowing the up and down motions of her hips. She picked up the gun that had
been lying beside her and aimed it at his head.
He watched the barrel of the gun. She was riding so hard that sometimes it was aimed at his head,
sometimes it was not. Above, below, to the side, then at his head. Repeat.

He steadied her hips w/ his hands, slowly guiding her hips up and down onto his cock. She smiled.
“I love your cock,” she said.
“I love your pussy,” he told her, kissing at her breasts and licking at her nipples.

He reached up and steadied her wrists, making sure the gun was pointed directly at his head. She
started riding faster. “I’m going to cum,” she said.
He smiled. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she cried.

He laid back and came inside her, closing his eyes. She pulled the trigger, decorating the 600 thread
count sheets he had just brought her with his brains.

PART TWO: UP & DOWN/YOU BETTER BE ON THE PILL WOMAN or ABSOLUTELY

BEAUTIFUL/MORSE CODE FOR MAY I WORSHIP YOU
‘Nice butt,’ I told her.
‘I want you to fuck me,’ she replied.
‘Ok,’ I said. I had my hands all over it; it was nice & big & I couldn’t get over the size of my hard
on. She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror; I was directly behind her running my hands
up & down all over it, kissing her on the side of her neck. She reached back w/ her left hand &
started rubbing on my cock through my pants. I was already pre-cumming up & down my shorts…
‘Nice cock,’ she said.
‘I like it,’ I replied. I moved my hands to the front her body & unbuttoned her jeans, pulled her
zipper down & slid my hands under her shirt, softly rubbing my hands all over her belly. It was nice
& flat, just the way I liked it. I moved my hands softly up her body, squeezing her tits.
‘I like your tits,’ I told her, fondling them over her bra. I was lying; I loved her ass. I wanted to hug
it forever; I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. She shoved her ass back hard into my stiff
cock & moaned playfully. She turned her head back in my direction to put her tongue in my mouth.
‘Is that right?’ I asked, pulling her shirt up over her head.
‘I want you to fuck me right here,’ she exclaimed.
Sex magic, I thought, pushing her jeans all the way down to her ankles to reveal the full image of
her ass; it was great. I absolutely loved it. I tapped it softly w/ my index to ring fingers and watched
it ripple slowly. I moaned in soft whisper into her ear as she climbed up onto the bathroom counter;
it didn’t start at waist level & stretched four feet from the wall. It was perfect for sex of any kind.
‘You know we can save the world,’ I told her, pulling her panties off & kissing her ass here, there,
here and then there again. She spread her knees a little

wider. I spanked her & pushed up on her ass cheeks while she reached back w/ her hand and spread
her lips.
‘How lovely,’ I said, using my tongue to speak no longer in words but with the motion of love. She
put her left hand on the mirror as I continued to lick; in, out, up, down, around; then all over her clit.
‘Fuck me,’ she said.
I pulled my pants all the way down. My cock was rock hard as I started rubbing my head up &
down on her pussy. She began to moan softly w/ her closed eyes; I slid my cock in to her wet pussy
& she moaned in ecstasy, putting her breath upon the mirror while she raised her right to the mirror.
The sex was nice & slow; I wanted to feel all of her, I wanted her to feel all of me. I was using my
hands to pull her ass cheeks up & down; I loved the way they moved.
‘Do you like my pussy,’ she asked?
‘I love your god damn pussy,’ I said, pushing my cock as far into her as I possibly could. She may
have said I love you, but I didn’t tell her.
‘I’m cumming,’ she said. I slowed the swing of my hips as my dick made its way in & out her.
‘Don’t stop,’ she said. I'm not going to stop; ever, I thought.
‘Oh Fuck, oh fuck,’ she said louder the second time than she had the first. I was going to tell her not
to remove her hands from the mirror but she was already sliding her right hand down the length of
it. How ironic, I thought. Now that is justice.
I knew she had orgasmed because I could feel the warmth of her juices increase. I kept the slow
pace of our sex going at rhythmic level & started exploring her body w/ my hands. Her waist, her
hips; I loved them. I moved my hands up the length of her body until I got to her tits. I put my
hands under her bra; she was less than a C cup but that was fine. I absolutely loved the breasts of all
women. Her nipples were hard & tugged softly & playfully on them; she moaned softly while
shoving her backside into my hips. I continued to feel her body w/ my hands until we both said it
together; ‘I’m going to cum’ & then…

[occultum; our mouths were locked & we were rising in unison; all of the worlds were shattered &
then a man was on top of a woman in bed stabbing her over & over again in the fat stomach w/ a
knife; then the dead who had climbed from their stone crypts & had been left leaning w/ their backs
against their wall raised their glasses in want of blood]
Whoa! we both thought or said at the same moment. Her pussy was nice & warm; I had filled her w/
my semen, w/ my seed; everything that I had ever been, everything that I ever was, everything I was
ever going to be. No matter the time or age, we would never be separated again. I wanted to kiss her
ass but I would have had to pull my cock out of her so I put my thumb in my mouth & got it nice
and wet. I rubbed my wet finger on and around, all over her asshole. I was never going to pull my
dick out of her…
‘Do you want to do it again?’ she asked, both of her hands still on the mirror. ‘God damn right,’ I
said.
She pulled her left hand off the mirror & unfastened her bra while threw it away from in haste. Her
pussy was nice & juicy w/ myself & her and I started slamming my dick in & out of her even
harder. She put both of her hands back on the mirror again & closed her eyes. I looked at the mirror
and laughed at the blood that was streaking down the mirror. That’s when the real sex started;
nothing was going to stop us from making love. Nothing was going to ever stop us again…

PART THREE: KINKY SEX IN AFRICA/HER NAME IS ALASKA

or I HATE BLACK & WHITE

She was the sexiest little pregnant woman I have ever seen; she didn’t drink, she didn’t smoke, but
she definitely wanted my cock. I had always been under the impression that a woman should bend
over during sex while pregnant, but she insisted on getting on top me. I was worried a little about
the baby but definitely wanted to get inside of her. I knew how to control myself so I figured the
baby would be ok. I was more worried about her controlling herself while she was on top of me…
She climbed on top of me rubbing her pussy all over my oozing cock. When she finally put it in her,
it was well worth the wait. She began riding up & down; I had never had sex w/ a pregnant woman
before. I focused at first on her breasts as she rode up & down but before long there was no use in
pretending that she wasn’t pregnant, so I started using my hands to explore her pregnant body. Her
belly was nice & round, full of a small child that was actually still a part of her. I was gentle in
moving my hands over her round stomach as I didn’t want to disturb the child. She started riding up
& down
faster & faster as I kept my hands soft on the protuberance that was her womb. It was kinky; I even
began kissing her belly during sex.

‘Oh my god,’ she said riding up & down harder. I knew she was going to cum.
“Be careful,’ I told her as I tried to keep the baby still inside her like some kind of idiot. Who
knows what a baby thinks inside a mothers’ womb; maybe about coming back w/ two 9mm pistols
& showing everybody what the hell love is really about. She slowed a little but was absolutely in
love w/ my cock inside her & I was absolutely in love w/ her tight little pussy. She loved riding up
& down and I wasn’t ever going to stop her.

I don’t recall how long we had sex, but I know she came. I must have too; I’m not the type of guy
that just goes and gives up on something. I suppose one good thing about having sex w/ a pregnant
woman is the fact that she can’t get pregnant; the only down side to that is she doesn’t stay pregnant
forever.
‘Anytime,’ she said, dressing herself and getting ready to leave.

‘Ok,’ I replied. I absolutely loved fucking her; she absolutely loved riding me. Her boyfriend was
an insignificant little DEA fuck whose head I was going to break open at the first opportunity. I
didn’t care that he had a family; I didn’t care they were white fucking pride; I didn’t even care his
family was full of mother fucking police. I was going to kill them; all. They had proved themselves
useless, nothing more than a gaggle of police fuck cowards. Piss ant, little worthless individuals w/
uniform, stick and gun. Something similar to the idea of god, they were going to be something I was
going to shit on forever more.
PART FOUR: SEX IN THE NAME OF SATAN//THIS CHILD WILL ALWAYS BE
or SATANIC RITUAL/BIRTHING OF THE ANTI-CHRIST

I was busy playing w/ the butt of a blonde when the other one came in; it was nice & big, just the
way I like them. She had been wondering when I was going to fuck her, but I couldn’t get my hands
off her butt & was rubbing on her pussy. I immediately stopped what I was doing & went over to
the other.
‘Don’t you want to fuck me?’ she asked. I smiled & started touching her body all over. I had been
in love w/ her pussy for 25 years and loved putting my hands all over her, moving my hands up to
her breasts. I slid my hands under her bra to touch them & found her nipples were nice & hard;
rubbing them softly I traced the circles of her areolas; they were just as big. Her breasts felt great; I
didn’t care if they were real or fake. I love breasts that are too big to fit into the palms of my hands.

‘I want to kiss your breasts for a bit,’ I told her, turning her around & licking at her nipples,
applying my kisses ever so softly on the firmness of her boobs. Just like a Greek, I thought. I was
still running my hands all over body when I began spanking her softly. She had a nice butt & I was
really into her thighs. We moved our way slowly over into the circle & onto the pentagram. The
blonde was not even a thought in my mind & obviously I hadn’t even hung around to view her
activities.

My love got down on her knees, my hands rubbing her buttocks like a crystal ball. I started kissing
her ass softly as I moved directly behind her and started to lick furiously at her clit. She moaned
softly & I put my tongue all the way into her pussy to get it nice & wet. She stretched her arms
forward over the lines of the pentagram & I began to kiss her pussy on the lips.
‘Are you going to fuck me?’ she asked again, looking back over her right shoulder. I knew I really
did, so I brought my pelvis up closer to her pussy. When I slid my cock into her from behind, she
completed the extension of her arms over the lines of the pentagram & we enjoyed the sex for a
moment or two in silence; then she began speaking in an ancient tongue, older even than that of the
setting sun. At first I was unfamiliar w/ the words, w/ the language, but I could tell it was ancient.
Slavic? German? Carpathian? I thought. Perhaps it Slavic. I wasn't certain of the dialect, but I
knew better than to stop at this point anyway.

‘Nas oon too vag naht een,’ she was saying w/ the clarity & determination of a sorceress. She wants
a kid? I thought. You are giving this child to satan, I heard a voice intervene. Perhaps it was my
ego, perhaps it was the devil. Perhaps it was nothing but time eternal trapped in a never ending
moment, existing at once and forever while not existing at all. There was only one purpose for this
ritual- to give unto the darkness everything that was consumed by the light.
‘Veeg naht oon wahn ahb oon,’ she continued. I was impressed; I had never heard anyone speak the
words of the ritual before, never understood it w/
such clarity. Normally during sex I enjoy the woman; this time, while I was still enjoying the sex,
there was a higher purpose in the sexual encounter, something which had been set aside as payment
for over nine millennia.
‘Fuck me harder,’ she said. ‘Slam that cock of yours into me over and over again,’ she said. I loved
slamming my cock deep into her warm pussy and began to move myself in & out even faster,
harder. I knew the spirits were watching; I had seen their faces.

‘Vit neen ah gaw ton vas tah,’ she continued. ‘Veer org bahn gohn tog vees kar voor.’ The words
were beginning to sound hateful & I could feel them coming out of her mouth. I absolutely loved it.
‘I need you to cum when I say…’ but I wasn’t ready to cum yet. I knew when I was supposed to
cum. I enjoyed watching my cock sliding in & out of her pussy and she continued to speak the
words…

Once or twice more she asked me if I was ready; I was close once but I lost it somehow. When I
began building again I took the ritual from her & the words began to flow from my mouth.

‘Keer ah gootahn vas nan tu ban tu vekney,’ I said as if it was natural. She turned her head back in
small amazement; perhaps she didn’t know I had it in me. Perhaps she didn’t care; we were giving
our baby to the lord of darkness.

‘Cam vas toon geet va toonk vu nahn veehr. Nees ohnnah vahs hate chol.’
I was going to cum; I pulled my cock out her and placed my dick right above her asshole as I
spurted, bringing my cock down in a straight line, making sure to coat her anus w/ my first shot,
making sure my second ejaculation was spent all over her spread pussy while concentrating on
putting it back inside her for the rest of the expulsion of my semen.
“I fucking love you, she said. “Liar,” I told her, already starting to push my cock into her anus. “I
love the sex,” she said. “Me too,” I replied.

And we fucked all night; anal, oral, doggy, missionary. It had been done.

All hail; Satan has begun.

ADDENDUM

ACT TWO: TIERRA SITA

from LIFE ON THE CONGO

ALL THAT REMAINS OF THE BUDDHIST MANIFESTO

(Ruined for All Intensive Purposes)
Act Two
(lights the dark)
man and woman gathering from their feet on stage. The curtain is a display of any portion Congo.
(voice. SOUND!)

-poor Teresa
+indeed
-fucked in the ass w/ a wooden dildo
+they raped her
-horrible.
+imagine if there were splinters
-I had never thought of it before. I guess they would have had to make it smooth…
+like fucking a porcupine. Quitely! you would not think of such things, you are a man.
-I am not interested in sticking things into my body
+Nor am I interested in sticking things in you
-which explains the stone phallus
+indeed
-I thought they were simply representational
+25000 yr old pussy juice on that stone
-filthy
+imagine the cuts

-the nicks
+just like shaving
-only reversed
+/- (laughs)
(woman screams)
-which explains the snakes
+perhaps
-the thought had occurred to me
+yes
-disappointing
+indeed
-to find that there is no occult at all
+again
-disappointed
+just shadows
-it is not even a science
+simple liberation
-libations
(sound of toasting- To hell!)
+(looking around) What in the world?
-War. Kept from the oppressive eye of the mindless church
+they would never understand
-but rather only give momentary pleasures to their raped minds
+confounded
-counfoundless
+it is an intricacy
-a delicacy
+like the veil that hangs before the entrance to god
-nothing there at all
+there never even was
-no reason to live at all
+neither above
-nor below
+you have known this
-indeed
+torture in the name of god
-it is pointless
+it is pitiful
-it is murder
+yet still they worship blood
-then they shall get it
+they are receiving it
-like when I butchered their Christ & forced them to drink his blood…
+it is not the same
-then nothing past this exists at all
+You are quite right. Do not let it depress you
-then I am ready to return to the ranks
(man yells- TO HELL!)
+you have always been ready
-for how long?
+millenia
-that long?
(voice of a woman- WELCOME BACK MY CHILD)
+the will of god is to consume
-then of course the they would lie
+you liked to cut them
-indeed
+you are very disturbed
-quite possibly… I do not think I shall bother with them anymore
+they are afraid of you
-they are afraid of what they cannot see
+they are simply thoughts
-for simpletons
+then let them eat themselves
-to death
(woman yells in orgasm- I'M READY!)
+it is a repetitive process
-you know it kind of turned me on
+they were just showing her some anal love.
-familial incest
+yes. When?
-what?
+were you there?
- I wasn’t
+but you were turned on?
-yes, the aunt was getting screwed.
+& she came
-I know she did. Then she went down on her niece

+to make her cum

(woman moaning in ecstasy- OMG!)
-always fun
+what a wicked little child
-biting at her servants nipples
+& they had to put up w/ that
-They beat her just to see the bruises
+it is hilarious
-to a certain extent
+I’m still laughing…
-at the scarf in the mouth? you would
+at the idea
-of what?
+of monarchy
-what of it
+that they were never really in power
-to a certain extent. They could murder & maim any of the many.
+correct. Until they crushed the wishes of the holy roman empire.
-pushed back within their little convent of steel.
+concrete
-the confines
+of the Vatican
(Priest speaks- Put that down! [echoes in and out])
-there would be no point in laying a siege
+they would survive
-unless it was with tanks
-I’m being molested
+by whom?
-the federal bureau
(sound of a crowd snickering)
+yes, they do that now.
-it keeps them employed
+they have recently been promoted
-to national security…
+the land of chaos
-land of lies
+land of death
-religion
+murder

-torture
+sex
-they are not fit
+they keep themselves in shape
(sound of several people laughing)
-for murder.
+The plague?
-Perhaps. They are testing it now you know.
+Yes. Indeed. Then it shall come.
-overpopulation
+disease. It is already spreading
-like the bullshit news
+who gives a fuck?
-they bother me
+Go take a nap
-Maybe perhaps I’ll take a pill
+I'm sure it will make yourself kill you
-I will.
+It’s me or them
-Then you.
+Of course my love
(+/- kisses to the sound of kissing)
-What is that? (looking around)
+The kings & queens
-Stupid tricks of the card. I believe... (voice growing farther) it passes through five of their different
states
+But they are not called states there at all
-Territories?
+Whatever that you will.
-Countries.
+Fine.
-Then, ah yes, whatever… (the sound of water) It is a river
+it is the new area of contention
-an entry point
+to the start of the worldwide war
-A countdown
+twenty years & counting…
-I will happy when I am free
+You will be happy when you are dead.
-Too true. And so shall you.
+Correct. Put your your blinders back on
-I never looked away
+They are nothing more than words
-They think that they are intelligent
+(growing excited) But when they come at you w/ fists…
-(lowered head) Not exactly…
+I am Proud!
- I am a Proudhon!
+ You are the only black man on this planet
-(through smiles and beams, stepping forward) Yes I AM.
+No one will even notice
-(looking away) they should stuff that river full of mines
+ Then the children will not be able to swim
- That is fine. I think there are crocodiles
+ You think that you are anything
- I think that I am not
+ I would rather think that you will.
- Perhaps.
+Then that is what you are
-what more then is there for us to say?
+precisely…
-Onto the morning executions?
+Yes, they are quite grand aren’t they?
-Political.
+Evident.
-They do provide an outlet
+A demise
-Only butchering of the innocents
(sound of a woman yelling from a terrace- I'm innocent!)
+(looking down and pointing at his feet) you’re feet smell live loaves of bread again
-Good. Then let us hope they cut them off again to feed themselves
+Shall we?
-Yes we shall…

(man and woman turn. Exit middle stage left through black in curtain)

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CURTAIN FALLS
END OF ACT TWO